Lyrics

I woke up on Champs-Élysées to the Djembe of GhanaA fine lady from Belize said "You got the spirit of a Fela"A young one dripping make-up put her hands out to hollaI gave her what I got but couldn't handle her broken heartThe right words in the hands of dissidents with the fireWill rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liarsWell I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyrBut even more so I'm afraid to face god and say I was a coward, yeah

Will all these things I wait for revelationThese things make me want to duck for coverWith all these things I wait for revolutionThese things ask the biggest question to meAnd it's are you what you want to beSo are you what you want to be?

The war machines will put out both its hands for a dollarIt's drinking at the table with the chrome hand guerrillasThe young ones dripping make-up lift her leg up to hollaWell, I told her what she's got should be protected in the arms of loveThe right things in the hands of dissidents with the fireWill rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liarsWell I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyrBut even more so I'm afraid to face god and say I was a coward

With all these things i wait for revelationThese things make me want to duck for coverWith all these things i wait for revolutionThese things ask the biggest question to meAnd it's are you what you want to be?So are you what you want to be?Are you what you want to be?So are you what you want to be?Are you what you want to be?Are you what you want to be?Are you what you want to be?

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